Head out with the Older Guard.

You wait for a while, using the bided time to collect some of your thoughts.

"Sorry for the wait, Lord. I'm well and ready to escort you, now. I don't expect any obstacles in getting there, but I'm ready to protect you if need be, don't be weary." He gives you a mature, assured smile that leaves you feeling safer than before.

"I appreciate all of the hospitality you've given me." You reply, keeping it cordial. Doing your best to keep an easy, welcoming aura for the respectable bovine.

"It's only natural, Sir. All races owe humanity a life dept." He replies, his words striking to you and only you. Spoken as if that wasn't a very, very eyebrow raising sentence.

You try to ask about it, but he grabs his weaponry and leaves through the door, beckoning you to follow him. You do so, hoping to find an opening to ask about that little comment. A life dept? That's something you should probably learn more about. Seeing as, as far as you know, you're here for the rest of your, er, second life.